Overgeared

The staff with a transparent blue color—the short staff that fit snugly in Euphemina's small hand was as beautiful as a piece of glasswork. Wouldn't it be popular as an accessory in the real world sooner or later? It had such an elegant appearance that it caught the heart of Euphemina, who liked pretty things.

There was one part that impressed Euphemina. It was the effects of the item.

[Tribute]

[Rating: Myth

Magic attack power: 8,990 Durability: 1,480/1,480

* Intelligence +1,000

* Double the maximum mana.

★ Perfect Memorial can be used up to two times.

★ Slightly increases the power of attack magic used.

Every time the resource consumed for the magic is changed, the power of the next magic will increase. This can stack up to 5 times.

The effect is reset when the same type of resource is consumed continuously.

★ Slightly reduces the cooldown of defensive magic used.

Every time the resource consumed for the magic is changed, the cooldown of the next magic will reduce. This can stack up to 5 times.

The effect is reset when the same type of resource is consumed continuously.

★ Slightly increase the duration of secondary magic used.

Every time the resource consumed for the magic is changed, the duration of the next magic will increase. This can stack up to 5 times.

The effect is reset when the same type of resource is consumed continuously.]

Mana, black magic power, and divine power—these were the perfect item effects for Euphemina, who dealt with many types of resources. Considerable proficiency was required to maximize the effectiveness of the options, but even that felt like trust from Grid. Euphemina realized that Grid had always been watching her.

Grid's melting eyes that were often seen by Irene, Mercedes, Yura, Jishuka, and Basara automatically appeared in her mind.

'…You promised a long time ago not to do this.'

Euphemina shook her head and tapped her cheeks that were protruding like a hamster with her small hands. It was as if to shake off the blush that had appeared. Then her face, which she struggled to restore, soon turned red again. It was due to looking at the description under the item effects.

[A staff created by the Overgeared God Grid to honor the achievements of the great magician Euphemina.

He referred to Euphemina's performance and the advice of his apostle, Braham.]

This beautiful and powerful staff, which transformed to fit the user's intentions, was Grid and Braham's tribute to Euphemina.

"……"

Euphemina casually tried to use magic. The staff, which was as blue as her pure mana, seemed to glow. Then it changed into a form that stretched out light like taffy. The quality of the staff changed when she used magic with divine power as the medium. The same was true when using black magic power.

'I should pay more attention to the coordination.'

colors of the staff that changed in real time. Euphemina was full of bright smiles as she had ordinary worries like a woman of her

Braham—she got their 'tribute.' Today had become one of the

the same time, Euphemina's opponent

are the child who consumed the Fruit

was a god in the form of a woman. She didn't have the qualities to enchant the viewers like Melory, the Goddess of Love, but her beauty remained unparalleled. Of course, Euphemina's beauty wasn't bad even when facing her. She was just lacking a bit with her height and chest. She

make much of

Ages. In modern times, women's underwear boasted so many different functions that it seemed to have created the word 'overgeared.' It meant the size of

you… the angels trembled like they had seen a demon. However, reality is quite different. You

was still maintained. "How can I, a grown lady, be small? Perhaps it is because a god's perspective is different from humans, or simply because you are older, but you don't have eyes to see at

humans. Additionally, gods don't have the concept of age. So my impressions would be general ones… Hmm, are you misunderstanding that I am ridiculing you? I didn't mean to disparage you. I hope this

word delivered by the goddess Ciara had a clear and beautiful melody. It made people feel like they were listening to a

first place, the opponent was a god. The mysterious appearance illuminated by the halo made

since you apologized… any misunderstandings will

"Thank you."

favorable to humans. She especially loved artists. It was because she knew the pain of creation all too well. She easily

play you a

to humanity was a masterpiece she made with painstaking effort. Her inspiration was gradually depleted and she was always in need of new inspiration. This was why Ciara learned martial arts from Zeratul. She

someone, survive, or to honor someone. The experience of vigorously using her body and embracing 'fighting spirit' provided

stabbed it into the ground. The sound made by Ciara's hand gestures with the thick spear, the sound of the blade cutting the wind, the roar of the stage shaking, etc. All the sounds accumulated melodies

felt it instinctively. If Ciara used

big crisis. Every single melody

manner. It was because Ciara slashed through the air with the polearm that was taller than her and caused turbulence. A huge wave tore apart the atmosphere and distorted the space

overlapped in an instant and cast shield magic. Even so, she uncontrollably shed

violent and gloomy. Is it a mourning

depending on the listener's mind or situation.

was Ciara who responded kindly. In fact, her heart

just a while ago—Braham, the God of Magic and Wisdom, happened to be a demonkin. He was the son of one of the Three Evils of the Beginning, Beriache. The lineage of a demon became a god. It should've been impossible even if the myths and divinity of the gods were stolen.

it meant that

was discussing how to punish Zeratul. Those who participated in the incident were likely to be punished

'In this situation…'

demonic energy. It revealed the girl's essence. Good and evil that revised the laws of the world. It meant that the sinner who ate the terrible fruit harbored an

would also commit the same mortal sin as Zeratul. The moment Euphemina defeated a god, she was likely to become a god, just

'I must never lose.'

Saints invaded Asgard—Ciara, who had shed tears and played a song to mourn them, felt full of killing intent at this

she simply wanted to prevent the swarm of the 'evil gods.' It was a duty she took for granted as a heavenly

generated sound waves. It was a

'Crazy.'

this and once again used defensive magic. She never saw a chance to fight back even with all types of secondary magic on her body. Ciara's offensive was so fast and powerful that there was no room to disperse her attention. It

had ever fought. How did Kraugel, let alone the apostles, fight and win over these monsters? She was facing this great sense of doubt and showing a dark expression when she became aware of

to cut a god—it wasn't just because his skills were strong. Grid's items helped. Her current self was

whether I can

the 'Perfect Memorial' option attached to Tribute and attempted triple casting. Her mana was used to maintain the defense magic while she chanted different spells within her

"……!"

defensive wall that Euphemina had built. It was because Euphemina's staff shone blue, black, and

"It is like this."

voice echoed

huge polearm. It

moment allowed her to master the technique perfectly. The blade of the polearm that fell quickly tore apart Euphemina's layered defense wall in

tried to build a new barrier, but it was stopped. The polearm had already pierced Euphemina's inner defensive

A galaxy started to embroider the stage, which was just wrapped in a dark background. It was magic that only manifested when mana, black magic power, and divine power was used at the same time. It was the precursor to 'Stardust,' which